|Can central facts be easily clear for all?|
My coding spews it forth and makes you snore
Until my program sees ol’ Bill, I stall
For just that phrase, a poem is a bore.
So I will bore you now, just wait and find
A graph and edge and node and scores are free
As random thoughts my words can grate, can grind
The valence type gives just intensity.
But keep on waiting long, I hope you stay
An algorithm tight and neat I need
To churn such verse a billion times a day
This meter sings, but lacks some content speed.
As poets die with edges left in space,
You might ask human souls should I replace!